PS 3531 
.P4 118 
1922 
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MUSIC 



by 



LLIAM KIMBERLEY PALMER 







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Chicopee, Massachusetts 

U. S. A. 

1922 A. D. 



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7w Memory 

of 

WILLIAM RANDALL PALMER 

and 

CLARA SKEELE PALMER 

by 

Their Son 



MUSIC 

Music: the language of all lands — 

And heard upon the desert sands— 

Upon the foaming, tossing brine, 

In camp and court, in church divine ; 

The spirit of the ingleside — 

The charm of life, the whole world wide. 



THE PIANIST. 



She played unto the khaki men 

Upon the Armory Hill ; 
And the piano and the violin 

I'm sure are sounding still, 
In the memories of those earnest youth 

Of bright and dauntless will. 



THE HARMONY 

The orchestra and the organ, 

And the chorus with its spell. 
Lifted us to another world — 
To Heaven's high citadel ; 
And viol, harp and trumpet. 

Rang through that sacred hall, 
As the voices of hereafter- 
Did clearly, gladly call. 



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THE CHIMES. 

The chimes rang from the stately tower, 
And far and wide the message went, 

For they spoke of Paradise, with power ; 
Of everlasting peace— content. 



NORDICA. 



What a voice ! What a charm ! 

And in many a reverie 
Once again thy form I see 

Thou — now safe from any harm- 
What a face ! What an arm ! 

Lovely Queen of Harmony! 



WHEN HELEN SANG. 

When Helen sang 

The air was sweet 

With tones that rang 
To ban defeat; 

And hope and joy 
In harmony 

Did then up-buoy 

On Life's deep sea- 
When Helen sang. 

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THE CALL OF THE SEA. 

The salt tides rise, and the salt tides fall, 
And the ships sail in from the sea ; 

Some day when the foaming billows call, 
I will launch for eternity. 



WHEN ALICE PLAYS 

When Alice plays the violin 

Then woodland elves their songs begin ; 

And echoes of the days of Eld, 

Float down the strings by Alice held. 

When Alice plays the violin, 

And with deft touch doth move the bow. 

She summons back **the long ago". 

And fills the air with merry din. 

Then faces vanished long return. 

And childhood's voices we discern. 

The scenes and songs of Arcady, 

Come back as from Eternity. 

Our eyes are filled with sudden tears. 

Our souls are thrilled for coming years; 

And rapt in reverie, we roam. 

Afar in lands beyond the foam ; 

We lift our voices all, and praise 

When Alice plays. 



WERRENRATH 

What a voice hath 

Werrenrath ! 
What a modesty of mien 

Bright, serene! 
He can satisfy and thrill, 
He can hold you at his will, 
Artist, man and soul. 
How those golden tones roll, 
And in memory doth stay 

Many a day. 



GALLI-CURCI. 

Said my sister unto me : 
"Surely peerless Galli-Curci 
Is the voice of harmony ! 

And she floats 

With her notes, 
On the sea of melody." 

And my niece did add this word 
"Her voice is like a bird, 
With each crystal tone 

Impearled, 

As the world, 
Galli-Curci doth enthrone." 



THE SINGER. 

(Katherine Lee Bates) 

She wrote a song of chivalry ! 

Of Fatherland and home! 
Of liberty and courage true, 

That echoes 'neath the dome 
Of the azure vault above us, 

Where the stars eternal roam. 



THE TWILIGHT SONG. 

Adown the mystic, w^ondrous years. 

Clear as the music of the spheres, 

A child — the mother's night song hears. 

Silent that voice on earth for aye. 
Yet in the memory doth stay, 
The sweetness of that song alway. 



CARUSO. 



Clear ringing voice that moveth young and old 
Art thou a part of that great harmony 
Rune of the stars, and of the tossing sea. 
Under the depthless azure we behold? 
Singing on earth, ere thou shalt take thy place 
On some Olympian height of art and grace. 



MUSIC ETERNE. 

Her fingers strayed across the keys, 
And echoes from Hesperides 

Come calling o'er the swelling seas, 
When played Louise. 

The voice of many a singing bird, 

From distant dells was clearly heard, 

And the impassioned lover's word 

Spoken beneath the spreading trees. 

Her form was covered o'er with flowers, 
In mid-summer's twilight hours ; 

Yet memory still the rich past dowers 
With thoughts that please. 

For never dies a song away. 

But in the Universe doth stay. 

And eons hence will thrill and sway. 

Though disappear the stars and seas. 



CLIFFORD, THE COMPOSER 

In the Isle of Sicily 

Lives this soul benign — 
Many a lovely harmony 

Hath this friend of mine. 
Given to lift the souls of men. 
And to widen human ken. 



CARUSO. 

An August morn 
Caruso died, 
Whose voice the wide world satisfied. 
We are forlorn — 
Yet Heaven hath won, 
Another great distinguished son. 



THE ETERNAL SONG. 

Through all the universe 
The stars rehearse 
His praise 
The Ancient One of Days. 

And every race and every clime, 
Join in the homage so sublime ; 
And dear unto the Deity, 
Each tone in the great Harmony. 



mm£L'^ CONGRESS 



